A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
Did you know?Explore Trending and Topic pages for more stories like this.
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
312 Like 53 Dislike
Previous poetry Next poetry
Other poetry

apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko

Mein apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko.

Dil karta hai apna bana loon tujhko.

Marr

TU SAFAR HAI MERA

Tera safar mera safar,

Tu kitab khubsurat hai, humsafar,

Mujh par daal tu ek naza

MERI MOHOBBAT

मेरी महोब्बत के पसीनो को, काश तुम पहल

Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

My Friend, How Precious You Are To Me

Did I tell you I love you?

Did I tell you I care?

Did I tell you I'm happy

<

What A Life!

I once applied for a life online

Sadly, however, I was declined

They told me I wa

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

DARD KO NA DEKHO

Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,

Dard ko bhi Dard hota hai.

Dard ko bhi jaroor

The One Who Got Away

My heart literally hurts.

My chest is in pain.

Life without you

Will neve

Sign up to write
Sign up now to share your poetry.
Login   |   Register
Follow Us
Indyaspeak @ Facebook Indyaspeak @ Twitter Indyaspeak @ Pinterest RSS



Play Free Quiz and Win Cash